I love the wild Australian
bush, land of the scented gum,
Where the smell of smoke stirs panic, for the rain has yet to come,
The howling of a dingo echoes through the scrub at night,
With an eerie kind of magic, in the silvery moonlight.
I've watched a wombat
and a possom playing hide and seek,
And a sleepy old man kangaroo, lift his head up for a peek,
I've heard a kookaburra laugh at all he hears and sees,
And breathed the sweetest air of all, perfumed by wattle trees.
I gaze in wonder at
a platypus in a lily covered billabong,
An echidna sleeping peacefully, lulled by a lyrebirds song,
Our graceful, dancing brolgas, unique worldwide 'tis said,
As man destroys the wetlands, soon our brolgas will be dead.
Seasons come and go
and autumn leaves begin to fall,
The patchwork coloured carpet formed, should be seen by one and all,
Our wildlife find shelter from the winter months to follow,
Taking refuge in a cave, or tree stump aged and hollow.
Daylight succumbs to
darkness and birds fly home to nest,
The evening star shines brightly as the sun sets in the west,
I sit on the verandah and pledge, from this haven I'll never roam,
No doubt the wild Australian bush, will always be my home.
With permission
Author: Matthew J Forno ©